frank, with an openness in their very physique,
a certain ostensible presence. But not so these men. Their very
nakedness only revealed the soft, heavy depths of their natural
secrecy, their eternal invisibility. They did not belong to the
realm of that which comes forth.
Everybody was quite still; the expectant hush deepened to a kind
of dead, night silence. The naked-shouldered men sat motionless,
sunk into themselves, and listening with the dark ears of the
blood. The red sash went tight round their waists, the wide white
trousers, starched rather stiff, were bound round the ankles with
red cords, and the dark feet in the glare of the torch looked
almost black, in huaraches that had red thongs. What did they
want then, in life, these men who sat so softly and without any
assertion, yet whose weight was so ponderous, arresting?
Kate was at once attracted and repelled. She was attracted, almost
fascinated by the strange nuclear power of the men in the circle.
It was like a darkly glowing, vivid nucleus of new life. Repellent
the strange heaviness, the sinking of the spirit into the earth,
like dark water. Repellent the silent, dense opposition to the
pale-faced spiritual direction.
Yet here, and here alone, it seemed to her, life burned with a
deep, new fire. The rest of life, as she knew it, seemed wan,
bleached and sterile. The pallid wanness and weariness of her
world! And here, the dark ruddy figures in the glare of a torch,
like the centre of the everlasting fire, surely this was a new
kindling of mankind!
She knew it was so. Yet she preferred to be on the fringe, sufficiently
out of contact. She could not bear to come into actual contact.
The man with the banner of the sun lifted his face as if he were
going to speak. And yet he did not speak. He was old; in his sparse
beard were grey hairs, grey hairs over his thick, dark mouth.
And his face had the peculiar thickness, with a few deep-scored
lines, of the old among these people. Yet his hair rose vigorous
and manly from his forehead, his body was smooth and strong. Only,
perhaps, a little smoother, heavier, softer than the shoulders
of the younger men.
His black eyes gazed sightless for some time. Perhaps he was really
blind; perhaps it was a heavy abstraction, a sort of heavy

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